Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 133 Trivial Matters of Return
"Name?"

"Kuken Akira."

"gender?"

"..."

Miken tilted his head, glancing at the tense-looking Shiraishi Kazuki, as if to say, 'Does that even need asking?'

"Red Bean Paste Secret Horse Race!" Shiraishi Kazuki's square face was full of apology as he bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"It's just a formality, please cooperate."

Yu Jian twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling both amused and exasperated.

In theory, he is being questioned and needs to take a serious attitude and provide all the information about this spiritual disaster.

However, the other party's respectful, almost humble, demeanor made it difficult to discern who was actually asking the question.

The conversation didn't take place in a serious and formal interrogation room, but rather in a cozy and relaxing lounge.

The walls of the lounge are covered in pale yellow wallpaper, and the furniture is mostly upholstered in fabric or solid wood.

Through the window, you can also see the streetlights gradually coming on outside.

Although a day and a night pass in the mortal realm, only about three hours pass in the present world. Clearly, different levels of the mortal realm can even affect the flow of time.

This inevitably brings to mind stories such as the Rotten Chess Game and Urashima Taro.

The former went up the mountain to chop wood and happened to encounter immortals playing chess. In the short time it took to play a game of chess, he came to his senses and found that the wooden handle of the axe he was carrying had rotted away.

The latter spent several days in the Dragon Palace and returned to the human world a hundred years later. Despite the obstacles, he opened the box given to him as a parting gift and immediately transformed into an old man with white hair.

Perhaps in this world, the person in question wasn't talking nonsense, but rather simply happened to enter the ordinary world?
Yu Jian thought about it casually, finding it quite interesting.

But Shiraishi Kazuki, sitting opposite him, was very nervous.

Not long ago, a newcomer who, like him, belonged to the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Division almost caused trouble.

The other party was a new employee who had only been working for a short time. He was inexperienced and very nervous. When Yujian and the others returned to the real world, they still carried some of their imposing aura from the recent battle, which actually provoked the man to draw his sword on the spot.

Considering the destructive power of a cultivator, this is far more serious than an ordinary police officer illegally drawing their weapon.

Fortunately, Yu Jian behaved very calmly.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that it was due to Toshio Sakurai giving him a sharp look.

This senior student, who was also the temporary boss, displayed an unexpectedly high level of sign language skills. He gestured and spoke like a Sardinian, and his expressions were like those of a stage actor, so vivid and lifelike.

Realizing that the other party was not an enemy, Yujian did not do anything rash, but only glanced at the other party.

Then, Yamato Masami suddenly realized what he had to do.

That would mean losing consciousness on the spot, remaining standing with eyes wide open.

Another wave of chaos ensued.

Over there, manager Yuki Amami hugged Akemi Hayashibara and wept bitterly, to the point that the latter had to comfort the former in return.

Meanwhile, Shiraishi Kazuki angrily slapped his comrades repeatedly, trying to wake them from their slumber.

Finally, the suspect, Nishiki Aoi, knelt awkwardly on the ground, glancing at the white-haired boy beside him from time to time.

The overall impression is one of chaos.

Once everything calmed down, Mingmei was dragged by her agent to get a checkup.

As she left, she couldn't help but give Yujian a pitiful look, like a puppy with teary eyes, as if she really didn't want to go to the hospital.

However, Yujian also felt that since Akemi had experienced the spiritual disaster, it would be better for her to see a doctor, especially since it was a professional doctor sent by the Countermeasures Division. Although the old woman looked like an old lady selling coarse snacks, she exuded an orderly spiritual energy fluctuation that belonged to a cultivator.

So, Yujian turned his head away very 'coldly', pretending not to see it.

The others were also interviewed separately.

Although the room didn't seem oppressive, Yujian immediately realized something was amiss.

Nishiki Aoi is a suspect, so a separate interrogation is somewhat understandable. But even though Milo is a dog, was it really necessary to question him separately?
Considering that Milon is an experienced old dog god, he is naturally not easy to deal with, while a young man like himself is the easiest to fool.

But how to say it?

Young people may lack experience, but they have a lot of energy.

Yu Jian didn't answer any questions, but simply looked up and sized up the newcomer.

Even though he was just silently casting his gaze, the other person started sweating, with large beads of sweat constantly appearing on their forehead, and their shirt visibly darkening in color, clearly completely soaked with sweat.

"If this were a scene from a police drama, wouldn't the line be something like, 'I won't say anything until I see a lawyer'?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Miken, you're quite the comedian." Shiraishi Kazuki chuckled twice.

The scene then fell silent again.

At this moment, Shiraishi Ichiki only wanted to deal with the despicable section chief, but his own strength was too weak. As for why he was nervous? It was because the young man in front of him was too exaggerated. Although there was not much spiritual energy fluctuation around him, it was as if he had just begun to cultivate.

But that power was terrifyingly strong.

Ordinary people can sense it to some extent, and those with higher spiritual insight can sense it even more.

Especially when the other party had just left the mortal world, he almost thought that the person standing in front of him was a high-level psychic who was in a state of battle and going all out.

That kind of presence was so strong it was almost inhuman.

The last time I had a similar feeling was when the spiritual disaster reached level three, a dangerous calamity in which a giant beast from the underworld almost invaded the mortal realm.

At that time, I was just a nobody on the edge of the battlefield, and the real battles were left to the grandmasters.

At that moment, he was accompanied only by a newcomer who had fainted from fright at first glance.

Oh no, I've grown tall...

I hurriedly reported the situation to the countermeasures department, only to be told, "Just follow the normal procedures."

Me! @*&……@#￥*@#
"Mr. Shiraishi".

As soon as Yu Jian spoke, Bai Shi Yiqi immediately bowed.

"Not at all, you're too kind. Just call me Baishi."

After a pause, Yu Jian continued, seemingly casually:

"Mr. Shiraishi, how does the Countermeasures Division usually handle this situation?"

"Well, we will record information about the cause and course of the spiritual disaster, and then temporarily close the site until we confirm that there will be no secondary disaster."

Then, Shiraishi Kazuki gave a brief explanation, which, apart from the supernatural elements, sounded similar to the police's case-handling procedures.

Having a general idea in mind, Yu Jian then asked about another matter.

"I see. Is there any explanation for the things brought out from the mortal world?"

"In theory, the Countermeasures Division will confiscate the more dangerous items," Shiraishi Kazuki said, wiping the sweat from his brow and trying to appear calm.

Upon hearing this, Yu Jian couldn't help but look at the white robe with cloud patterns he was wearing.

Despite having survived a battle that pierced through the entire ship and later even destroyed the ship itself, this seamless white robe made by Chizuru is spotless, clearly possessing a special quality.

In addition, he could sense the presence of several other items.

It's like carrying a bag of apples. Even without consciously looking at it, you can feel its heavy weight in your hand. Where exactly it is placed seems to be in your mind's eye.
Among them, the waist pouch that Sister Lu gave away for free can be taken out directly. The other items, like broken swords and armor fragments left in the painting, cannot be taken out directly and seem to require certain conditions to be met.

interesting……

In other words, relatively ordinary, real-world items like clothes can be taken out directly, as can high-level items made by a master like Sister Lu (although Yu Jian doesn't know how many floors she's on).

On the contrary, it is these things that are difficult to judge in terms of quality that cannot be presented, and there are obviously some commonalities among them that are yet to be known.

Because of the previous incident, he was basically certain that the Japanese government and related departments were just a makeshift operation, so he naturally wouldn't directly ask about the matter.

We should ask Mr. Milo and Sakurai-senpai about this later.

Hmm, wouldn't you say even dogs are more reliable than them?
Suppressing a laugh, Yu Jian spoke again.

How exactly do you determine if an item is dangerous?

“There are relevant rules, but how should I put it?” Shiraishi Ichiki’s brain started working quickly; he didn’t want to be the one who offended people.

I glanced at the tape recorder on the coffee table. Video recording technology wasn't as advanced back then, so most official conversations like this were only recorded.

Seemingly having made up his mind, Shiraishi Kazuki reached out and turned off the tape recorder.

"Actually, it's like this: due to a shortage of manpower in the countermeasures section, most of the time we confiscate items related to the disaster through voluntary reporting by the parties involved."

"So..." A slick expression suddenly appeared on that square face that was full of righteousness.

"It mainly depends on self-discipline."

"I see." Yu Jian nodded slightly, not surprised at all.

So he turned to ask one last question.

"When can I leave?"

"anytime."

Unexpectedly, it was not Shiraishi Kazuki who answered Miken, but a strange woman.

The other person pushed open the door and entered, smiling broadly and appearing very approachable.

"Nice to meet you, I am Mai Jinguji, the head of the Countermeasures Division."

Please take good care of me~

(End of this chapter)